If someone had told me in February 2020 that virtually the whole world would be going into lockdown for well over a year, I would not have believed it was possible. But if someone had told me I would choose football over a bridge tournament, I would have laughed my head off. Well, I’m not laughing now. My heart (and my money) is with England, but sadly, as we all now know, they didn’t bring it home. I wouldn’t have missed it, though. I watched with a group of bridge players who all abandoned the green baize for Wembley. It was the first time I have seen most of them since lockdown struck, unless you count the Zoom post mortems that have been gathering online to discuss hands. Here is one of them:
West started with a Club.
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